The only constant in life is change

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The only constant in life is change

The only constant in life is change. 

From Virginia to Michigan, from long hair to short, from five friends to six. Whatever it may be, the reassuring promise of everything staying the same is a lie.

I have faced many changes in my life, as has everyone; sometimes they are minor, and sometimes they force me to uproot my entire life. I would love to be able to say that my life is a heroic fantasy of how I overcame the hardships and challenges of moving from place to place, but life is not a fantasy—it’s just life.

I was born in Michigan, I moved to Virginia, then back to Michigan. I have moved a little, at least more than some, but when I share my tall tale, it doesn’t read like a beautiful novel. It’s just a timeline of events irrelevant to the scale of the universe. 

My moving story may not be entertaining to all, but if you asked me for my life story I would tell you moving is at the core. It has taught me that when life’s unsteady hand throws a curveball at you, you can either throw a justified temper tantrum, or you can make the best of the unknown. 

I am not saying that moving was a bad situation, but it was challenging on even my best days. It tore me from my brightly lit room, my pink canopy bed, and from my beautiful childhood to a place, not bad, but envious of my former palace.

I have, however, adjusted. I now have a room that holds my heart, but it took multiple changes to get there; from hot pink to light, from one blanket to twelve, from young me to old me. 

I would love to be able to say that my life is a heroic fantasy of how I overcame the hardships and challenges of moving from place to place, but life is not a fantasy—it’s just life.”

When I first accepted the fate of leaving my friends from Virginia and realized that I would have to start from square one, anxiety filled my body when I was too young to even know what anxiety was. My little brain was frightened, and when I look back at my scared  face, I wish I could have told myself that life is hard, but it will always work out no matter how bleak a situation may be.

Needless to say, I hated my first year in Michigan. It was a year filled with crooked teeth, screaming teachers, and lots of tears; but instead of letting my troubles swallow my frail body whole, I held onto the things that make me happy. 

Due to this tedious game of looking forward to the little things that make me happy, my days, months, and even my years have improved immensely. My friends are true, my family is loving, and my life is filled with happiness. Who knows, something might change; but when it does, I will be ready because the only constant in life is change.